The Desire to Touch (16 page)

He leads me hand in hand to the foot of his bed, he slips the blanket off me and it falls to the floor.

“You really are so beautiful Ellie and I want to touch you so very much, are you sure you want to do this?”

Oh, don’t go giving me an option or I’ll bail, I will. I’ll just walk out right now. I grab my trusty talisman on my arm and twiddle it round as if a genie will spring out to help me.

“Yes,” I say breathlessly looking up at him through my lashes.
I really do want this, the anticipation is boiling in my stomach - or is it nerves? Either way I do want this, I want him, I want to feel safe and to feel the release once again.

He kisses me again, just the taste of him and knowing what’s about to come nearly brings me to an early finish, I groan into his mouth.
I place my hands on his chest and feel his heart rate pulsing almost leaping out and into my hand. His hands run up my back till they reach my hair and he pulls my hair tie out, so my hair falls into loose tendrils around my shoulders. He fists my hair with one hand and his other one clasps the nape of my neck holding me in place, while his tongue continues its sexual foreplay with mine.

I feel his impressive length pressing against my stomach. I run my hands slowly up and down his chest until I reach his belt buckle. I gently tug at it with my fingertips then slowly move my hands back up and begin the sexual assault again, each time I hear his breathing deepen and an animal like growl as I reach his hardened length
. Treys hands are slowly caressing my back and they move down to my behind, his hands grasp my buttocks with a firm grip and he squeezes making me groan out loud. His lips slowly trace along my jaw line and to my neck, he gently kisses and nips at my skin making me gasp and moan.

I stop my actions and drop my hands to my side letting him continue, his fingers hitch up my dress so he can touch my behind skin to skin. Trey gently strokes the sensitive skin of my behind until he reaches the edge of my underwear and he slips his fingers underneath the elastic and slowly runs them down my buttock to the top of my thigh.
My breath catches as he moves his hand around my leg and cups my sex through my underwear, I throw my head back in ecstasy as his hand starts to make circular movements and it hits my spot.

His other hand finds the top of my dress zip and he slowly pulls it down. I’m so glad Meagan persuaded me to put on my matching Cream and black camisole lingerie because, if this dress comes down, that will stay on covering all.

The zip is undone in a flash and his hands are pulling my dress off my arms, then his hands are on my cleavage caressing and touching every inch of me.

“I love this silk thing.” He whispers between kisses.

I open my eyes and look at him for a second, I have known this man for two days and then I don’t really know him at all, but there’s something about him that makes me desire him more than anyone. He slips the straps of my camisole off my shoulders and my breasts are barely clinging on to the little bit of silk fabric that hides my modesty.

“You really are perfect,” he says as his hands cup my breasts.

A shiver runs through my whole body instantly making me want to stop, the duo appear again, ‘
Just take the compliment
!’

I take a deep breath as he goes to slip my breasts out of the camisole but from nowhere there is a sudden loud buzzing noise, making us both jump.

“Who the hell?” He grunts as he lifts his head from my chest.

“What?” I start scanning the room trying to find the source of the noise.

“It’s the front gate, someone’s buzzing to get in.”

“It’s nearly midnight, who could it be?” I start to panic, “Don’t you have security?”

“Michael
is
my security, he is usually here but I got rid of him for the night so we could be alone.”

Shit
!  Had he planned
this
happening? I look at him, “Right?”

“Not like that,” he frowns, “I can tell you’re quite nervous
. I just thought you might feel more comfortable being just us. I usually take him everywhere when I go out, he followed me to the hotel to pick you up and then followed us here and drove on.”

The buzz rings throughout the room again two or three times. Trey grabs his phone and dials.

“Michael, be on standby, there’s someone at the gates buzzing to get in.”

He places the phone on the side and grabs the TV control, I pull my dress back on and attempt to zip it back up but I just look stupid trying to reach behind me. Trey flicks on the TV and presses a channel number bringing up a security shot of the big w
rought iron gates at the road.  There’s a big black Audi sitting at the entrance and a bloke is hanging out of the window waving his middle finger at the camera.

“Oh fuck!”

I feel my the panic start to heighten its levels throughout my body, Trey walks over to a panel on the wall and pushes a button, “Yeah?”

“Hey! Good evening to you too!” The voice laughs back
.

“What do you want Sean? It’s late.”

“Oh I’m sorry, are you entertaining?” Sean mumbles something and there’s laughter in the background.

“No, I was in bed,” he looks towards me and mouths an apology, “Can’t it wait?”

He walks back and grabs his phone off the side, “It’s Sean, don’t worry, I’ll call you if needed.” Then he hangs up.

I look at the screen and see a girl now hanging out of the car, Shit! She’s the girl from the pool earlier that Trey was waving at, my heart starts to pound in my throat.

“Look I’ve got Kyla and Drew with me..”

“Hey!” Kyla shouts out.

“We’ve been to Pearl,” Sean continues, “Thought we’d pop by for a drink.”

Trey pinches the bridge of his nose and presses the intercom, “Right?”

“Also we’ve had a chat with Jenna, she’s been trying to get hold of you again.”

“Fuck’s sake,” Trey hisses then pressing the intercom says, “Fine, come in and go straight to the games room, I’ll be down in five.”

He releases the intercom and presses the big button to open the gates. I watch on the screen as the gates open and the car creeps forward, Kyla is looking straight into the camera and she winks and blows a kiss – Wow, she actually makes my skin crawl!

“I’m so sorry,” he frowns and walks towards me, cupping my chin he kisses me
. His tongue is in my mouth again but this time it’s desperately searching for mine, as if to reassure me.

“Its. Ok,” I say, between gasps for air.

“I’m sorry, I’ll get rid of them and then we can get back to where we were.”

“No worries,” I smile, “Can you zip me back up? Then I’ll watch some TV but I will need to leave about 2am at the latest.” I look at the clock and its 12:04am.

“Plenty of time,” he kisses my nose and starts to leave the room, “And no, I want you naked when I get back here, so I think I’ll leave the zip undone.”

With his parting words he’s out of the room.
I grab the controls and settle back on the bed. Devil girl appears at my shoulder ‘
Don’t just sit there, get snooping
!’ I shake her out of my head but I do want to know more about this iconic man that millions of girls and women want, well hundreds probably have already had.

I clamber off the bed and look around at the room, it really is stark in here - almost cold. There are no pictures on any walls or on any unit tops, I tiptoe into the open plan bathroom to see if there are any in there but there’s none.

I can’t say I’m too keen on the whole open bathroom thing but I guess it has it’s plusses, like if the loo is taken you don’t have to bath while someone’s toileting and you get to watch TV whilst washing. I continue to look around but boredom is setting in fast, I decide to text Meagan and see what she’s up to, so I leave the bathroom and walk back into the bedroom to grab my phone.

‘Shit! I left it in the kitchen, oh crap I could be up here for ages.’ I sigh and decide the best course of action is to go and get it, I know where it is in the kitchen and that’s the first door just past the stairs, I can sneak in and out surely?

I make my way to the top of the stairs and listen to see if anyone is in the hallway, nope - the coast is clear. I tentatively tiptoe down a few steps and lean over the banister to double check I’m in the clear. Still, no one seems to be around so I carry on down a few more steps until I hit the corner where I just have to descend the last stretch. A shadow appears at the bottom of the stairs so I dart back up and hide around the corner out of sight, someone’s in the kitchen. ‘Shit!’

I hear a feminine giggle come from the kitchen, then I see Kyla gliding out in her skinny jeans and cropped white cardigan with her perfectly smooth toned stomach on show. Her hair is tied in a loose ponytail, with her natural mahogany curls cascading down her back, ‘Bitch!’ I throw daggers at the back of her head with my eyes, swanning through the house with her flip-flops on, making that stupid shlip shlap noise. ‘
Argh! No, calm it Ellie, calm down.’

When she is out of sight, I slip down the stairs and into the kitchen where I pick up my phone and purse. Then, making my way back to the stairs I plan on heading back up until I hear Kyla’s cackle of a laugh echoing from a room near the living room. I really should just head back up, I don’t need to listen in. I’m secure in myself, though my ego could always do with a little boost, no
, I trust him – well, what I know of him. Hah, who am I kidding! Right, I can slip over there. I can be quiet and just have a little listen surely that can’t hurt?

Devil girl is dressed for the occasion in her cat suit ready to be sneaky whereas angel girl just stands there shaking her head. Listening to myself for once, I shimmy along the wall and stop just before the door so I can listen in.

“I told her no! I don’t care if it’s a positive image boost, I’m fed up with it!” Trey’s voice is angry.

“Why the fuck are you laughing, Kyla?” Sean asks.

“It would appear that Trey has another skank in the house for the night.”

“Fuck you Kyla!” Trey snaps.

“Skank?” I whisper to myself, my heart is pounding and I can hear the blood rushing through my ears, almost making it hard to eaves drop.

“Touchy! Well, whatever, I’ve just seen some slutty purse in the kitchen.”

Ouch…I look at the purse in my hand – it’s not slutty is it?

There’s silence in the room, I can’t see Trey but I can hear his silence and I feel the betrayal forming into bile in my throat, why doesn’t he say something? Anything? Even if it’s “She’s not a skank”? I’m starting to shake more and I look heavenwards and plead inwardly ‘Please, if he says just one thing then I will know my trust was not misplaced’.

The silence is broken by Sean who is laughing, “Oh wait, please tell me you didn’t? You so did, you pulled the whole ‘come let me show you the stars then I’ll fuck your brains out’ line.” Sean’s laugh gets louder, “There, your face says it all - look at that smile – you so did, you dog!”

I’m going to be sick! I feel the blood draining from my body starting with my face, ‘Oh shit, I really think I’m going to pass out – I have to go, I need to get home.’

The lump is back in my throat and I’m struggling to swallow it, the tears start to form in my eyes but I blink them away, even though they are not tears of sadness but tears of pure anger. No! I will not cry, I just have to get home, how could I have been so bloody stupid?

I’m standing, with my dress undone at the back and I’m cold, trying to pull myself
together. I try to retrace my stuff - I need my coat. Shit! That’s in the living room and I can’t idly walk past the room they’re all in just for them to insult me to my face. I know there’s another door by the kitchen that leads into the living room but then there’s my shoes, ‘Crap they’re on the roof.’ I am so angry I don’t know what to do. ‘Fuck it, fuck ‘em all!’

I make a dash for the main door, the whole time trying to fight the urge to leave him a note. Damn
it, I can’t. I have to say my piece even if it’s the last thing I ever say to him.

I run back into the kitchen and hunt for a pen and paper - I find a notebook with lots written in next to his laptop but no pen, fast thinking I take my eyeliner out of my bag and scrawl all across his work:-

I TOLD YOU I’M NOT ONE OF

THOSE GIRLS!!

FUCK YOU!

Wow, that feels so much better – a bitterly twisted smile crawls across my face and I’m not going to hide it,
he deserves everything he gets. Ok, really time to go, I pick the pad up and leave it on the worktop where my bag was and head for the front door. As I reach the door there’s a harmonic outburst of laughter from the games room and I shudder at the possibility of what the source of the joke could be.

Yeah, that’s right, you have a good old laugh at the little British girl that
you screwed over. I pull the glass door open slowly, so as not to make a noise, slip through the gap and stop at the edge of the step. The crisp coldness of the evening hits me and helps cool my fuming skin, my back is freezing, I have no shoes on and in front of me is a sea of razor sharp gravel – this is not going to be fun!